Odd Woman Out (Book 4 of The Triad Series)

10. The Great Northern

“We figured since you go to the DNA Lounge often enough, that you enjoyed dancing. This is The Great Northern, and tonight happens to be one of their l***q dance parties.” Leo smiled. “I forget which one this is called. They have quite a few.”

He escorted both the ladies inside. Emily was amazed. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen same-s*x couples dancing intimately before. You could see that any day of the week—when it was open—at the DNA Lounge. This was a spectacle.

There were raised platforms where acrobatically-inclined lithe bodies did dances so skilled and complex that if you blinked, you missed quite a bit. In response, Emily’s eyes widened as Leo and Sofia looked glanced around, taking in the marvel with an easiness that said they’d probably been here many times before.

“Drink?” Sofia asked, looking over at Emily’s saucer-shaped eyes and open mouth.

“Yes, please. I usually need a few of them before I get out on the floor to dance.”

“I’ll probably pull you out there before you get one full drink in you,” Leo warned with a grin. His teeth glowed under the blacklight above him. “And I won’t be taking no for an answer. I can fight dirty if I have to. Very dirty.”

That vow was so full of promise that Emily shivered, goosebumps pricking up on her bare skin like tiny sensitized nerve endings that skittered illicit desire deep in her belly. She let Leo and Sofia both take her hands as they moved through the room and toward a bar.

Emily switched up her usual drink preferences and decided on a new cocktail, one so fruity and strong that she might only need one drink to be tipsy enough for dancing. It was called Baltimore Zoo and contained a laundry list of different alcohols, including 4 ounces of beer for the fizz. It was hard to reconcile the smooth way it went down. It tasted mainly like fruit juice with bubbles.

“Drink it slow or only have one for now,” the bartender warned. “You don’t know how many ladies think it’s like water and end up befouling the dance floor. This s**t’ll sneak up on ya.”

She nodded her head to show her understanding before taking a surprising sip. “Oh, wow.”

“Good, eh?” The bartender smiled and went off to take another drink order.

“There’s an open couch we can drink at for a few. Like Chad at the bar said, drink slowly. I’ve seen a few ladies go down with just a couple of his killer cocktails. He doesn’t skimp on the alcohol unless he’s fixin’ to 86 them soon.”

“86?” she yelled over the pump of bass that seemed to rattle the entire building floor to ceiling.

“Yeah. 86ing is when they refuse service to a patron. Or they get kicked out if they get too rowdy. Doesn’t happen often because the bartenders pay attention to how much folks drink, but every once in a while, it won’t take much to toss someone onto the sidewalk. Here we are.”

They folded themselves onto the couch. It was nothing more than a two-seat sofa with a few throw pillows scattered across it. The had to sit close together, almost on top of each other, their heated skin rubbing up against one another as they tried to get comfortable.

Leo had opted for a beer, Sofia for sangria. As they sipped their drinks, they watched the crowd dance as the lighting changed from purple to green to blue to fuchsia. Strobes were connected and scattered against the walls, lighting up in rhythm to the beat of the bass like it was part of the song. Emily watched as scantily-clad dancers twisted and twirled, none so much as the ones that seemed to be floating in the air on their platforms, leaping and writhing around poles that held them aloft for dozens of seconds at a time. Their agility amazed her, and she was loath to join the fray of dancers if that was what she had to compete with.

“They’re professionals that the club hires out from time to time on certain nights,” Leo said, presumably reading Em’s overeager eyes as she stared at a particular female who had to double-jointed. No one could turn themselves inside out like she was without being seriously hyperflexible.

“Holy crap.” She thought she paled when the girl bent back so far she could almost lick her own asshole.

“That one’s Sarah,” he told her.

“She’s quite popular here,” Sofia added. “Lesbian, so she makes sure she performs here when she can on l***q dance nights. Most every here is either bi or homosexual, though you do get a few straight men with two women in tow and the odd pansexual nowadays. We seem to be the only ones with two women in our crew.”

That was true, as Emily found out. A duo of men with one woman here and there could be spotted, but most were gay couples that came with their partner or singles mingling with others—some even looking like they had a hankering to join in a threesome with an already established relationship.

“No rules really—just good dirty fun,” Leo snickered. “So long as it doesn’t get too rowdy and people don’t f**k in the bathrooms or sneak off through the employee-only doors, you can pretty much do anything you want to any consenting individual.”

Emily nodded her head before beaming a smile at Sofia and Leo.

“I think I’m ready to dance.” She got up and placed her empty glass on the nearby table before heading toward the dance floor, Leo and Sofia trailing behind.

***

They were dancing to a slow number, complete with sultry, slow bass that curled inside your veins and stroked every nerve ending to a raw cluster of pure sin. Emily had her arms around Sof’s neck, facing her, Leo at her back, his one arm wound around her middle, the other at Sofia’s waist. It was pretty comfortable, almost too comfortable, and they didn’t attract any undue attention as far as she could tell.

With her cheek brushing against Sofia’s neck as Leo traded kisses between one woman’s lips to the other’s, they swayed, following Leo’s lead as the hard ridge of his shaft ground hard into Emily’s ass every third or fourth beat.

Leo palmed Sofia’s ass, pulling her closer until Emily was sandwiched tight between a soft, rounded chest and hard pectorals.

And an even harder c**k that dug into the cleft of her ass as Leo’s moans filtered into her ear, his whiskers scraping against the tender skin along Emily’s jaw. He traded a kiss with Sofia, slow and almost sweet before his lips were back at Emily’s ear coaxing her. “Kiss her mouth, darlin’. Taste how soft and delicious she is.”

She’d never kissed a woman before unless it was platonically. This was entirely new, and she hesitated a moment before gazing into Sofia’s warm hazel eyes. Her lips tilted in a lazy grin, her head bobbing just enough so that Emily felt she was given permission—even urged to kiss her.

Her mouth opened as she leaned forward, Sofia also tilting her head to meet her somewhere in the middle.

It was surprising, that first soft touch. She’d kissed Leo before, and though his lips were also plush, this was different.

Different, but not bad—not unpleasant at all.

Sofia moaned into her mouth, swiping her tongue across her bottom lip before licking the corner. It teased, and Emily’s head slanted, inviting more as her lips parted another inch—slowly.

Their tongues touched, Leo giving a low, tortured sound in the back of his throat as he watched, rapt.

“Holy f**k,” his voice rumbled, a slow rasp creping in at the end and causing the hair on Emily’s neck to stand on end.

Emily felt Sofia smile into the kiss, the corner of her mouth a gentle curve before she ended it with a soft chuckle. “It sounds like Leo approves. Don’t you, hon?”

“Christ, woman. That was so hot I’m leaking precum into my f*****g underwear. I think I need to sit down. Holy shit.”

“It was just a kiss,” Emily said.

“No. It was a kiss between you and Sofia. That’s not just any kiss to me. You coming, or do you want to continue to dance?” They’d been at it for about an hour, swaying, gyrating, having more fun dancing and teasing than Emily thought possible.

But she was thirsty. “I think I’ll grab another drink at the bar. You want some?” Leo nodded and sauntered off to grab an unoccupied couch.

“I’ll come with,” Sofia offered, catching Em’s hand in hers as the two started off toward Chad and his amazing drinks.

After coming back with a beer and two cocktails, Emily sat on one side of Leo, Sofia on the other end of the small sofa. He gave them both a rough kiss before taking a swig of his beer.

“If I stayed out there any longer watching you two, I would have completely embarrassed myself.” He grinned unabashedly. “I can’t wait to see what the three of us could get up to into bed. I’ve half a mind to cut the evening short just to watch Sof here lick your pussy.”

Nerve endings caught fire, making Emily want to knife up from the couch and insist they do just that right now, but she took a long sip of her drink before letting it cool her stomach and hope that the rest of her body fell in line.

“I, for one, wouldn’t be against that,” Sofia quipped with a quirky little grin. “I bet Emily here would taste real sweet on my tongue.”

All her skin heated up as Sofia’s hand came down on her knee, brushing up to her midthigh with a tickling stroke of her thumb.

Leo mirrored her actions, leaning in to put his lips to Emily’s ear. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, love? Sofia’s tongue in your p***y, lapping up all that delectable f*****g cream while I’m sucking on your n*****s. I can tell the way you pinch your thighs together that you wouldn’t mind that at all.”

Holy s**t.

Her breath came in rapid little pants as the air passing his lips washed across her face, her chest catching when he caught her earlobe with his teeth and tugged.

Yes, please. Where do I sign up?

Only she couldn’t speak because Leo’s lips were on hers, hard and hungry and sucking up all the spare oxygen in the room—or at least, that’s what it felt like. Like fire in her veins and ice that numbed her brain. Two conflicting sensations that spun her up until she was nodded her head and peeking one eye open to Sofia, whose mouth was parted like it was on the cusp of a question.

“Oh, Leo. She’d so ready, aren’t ya, sweetie?”

She couldn’t speak, but another bob of the head said it all.

Leo kissed her once more, a quick, promising swipe of his tongue before sinking his teeth into her bottom lip and pulling away slowly. His eyes seemed dark as he stared back at her, drinking in her hunger before standing up from the couch. “I’ll order an Uber. Finish your drinks, ladies.”

***

They were cramped on the ride home, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Their thighs pressed against one another, Emily sitting in the middle since she was the smallest. The light brushes of their fingers on her skin skittered across her skin in delicious rolling shockwaves, and she was riding a high she’d never experienced before. Anticipation mixed with something more—something almost wicked. It jangled her nerves before soft strokes coaxed her gently down, heart beating fast, stomach fluttering wildly.

New experiences did that, though. Just enough to thrill you with its promises of more, of something novel, and Emily rode the crest of her excitement all the way back to Bean There, Done That, where they got out of the tiny vehicle, stumbling and laughing toward the door.

Upon entry to the apartment above, Leo scanned Emily once, his expression clouding over. “You’re sure you want this. Tonight. We could always do nothing. Just talk or cuddle. We’d be happy with that, too.”

She swayed her way over to him—over to them both before nodding her head. “Yes, I want this. With both of you. I don’t know why or how to…to do this really, but I trust you’ll guide me through it.”

He slanted a grin at her and Sofia before nodding. “That we will.” He started toward the door of the bedroom as he continued to speak. “But right now, I’m gonna slide that top and skirt off you so slow you’ll be begging us to take you by the time you’re half-naked.”